Part 2: rainy nights are perfect for reunions (Heroes/Supernatural/Buffy)
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He rubbed her head and face as gently as he could with the towel that had been provided in the bath. It wasn’t as fluffy as he remembered Elle liking it to be, but he knew that she would be able to make do with it anyway.
After having gotten her to stand up, he and his companions had taken her with them back to the motel that they were staying in. He had immediately taken her to his room and sat her down on his bed, making sure that she wasn’t hurt anywhere. After ensuring her physical health he had gone to the bath and taken the first dry towel that he could find.
As it was, she still hadn’t talked more than the few words she uttered when they had found her in the rain. Slowly and taking good care that he wasn’t pulling her hair, Dean gathered them in a makeshift ponytail and dried them as best he could. Her lack of response was irritating in a way. But he continued nonetheless to dry her hair, her hands and any wet skin he could find.
“Sam’s looking for something dry for you to wear,” said Dean as he started to take off her shoes. They were muddy and it was only now that he noticed the mud-prints that soiled the carpet in his room. They had found her on a road, but she must have been walking though a none-plastered path thought Dean as he looked up at her thoughtfully.
Her gaze seemed to rest on him, but he saw the way in which she was looking through him; and it troubled him deeply. What was she thinking about, what was it that those eyes had seen, wondered Dean yet again.
“The other guy you saw...? That’s Oz. He’s kind of helping us now...” smiled Dean as he started a conversation with her, hoping she would respond. “He’s not so bad when it comes to hunting and researching things... the kid seems to have some experience in it...”
When she still didn’t respond to anything he said to her, he stood up from his crouched position in front of her and gently touched her face. “Elle,” speaking her name had finally snapped her out of her trance and she stared up at him, so he continued. “What happened? Why where you in the middle of nowhere?”
He noticed how her eyes that had just moments before looked at him with intelligence and understanding started to gaze over. She looked like she was starting to fall into another trance. He wasn’t sure what he should do next, but was saved of making any sort of decision by a knocking at the door.
“I’m just getting that... that’s probably Sammy,” said Dean unnecessarily. He released her face, and made his way to the door, not noticing the way in which her eyes followed him.